Distribution!

We returned to the little village this week, 4x6, laminated photos in hand.  Again upon arriving, the group, mostly women and children, had already gathered and were eagerly waiting to see their simple portraits revealed.  They all sat quietly in the little house, while we one-by-one stuck each portrait with sticky tack to a dilapidated white board.  After each photo was attached to the white board and I stepped away to get the next one, they would all clap and smile.  I was so humbled by this immense portrayal of gratitude for something, in my mind, so small.

  

So then, there the photos hung throughout the next couple of hours.  Each in our group got up and spoke, some, like me, through an interpreter.  We shared our hearts, our stories, and also sang some songs and played some games.  One Myanmar girl helped lead them in a game similar to "London Bridges"... a little bit similar.  It looked like a lot of fun!

I shared some of my story, and Jason also taught a short English lesson and song which they thoroughly enjoyed!

Then it was time to give the photos out.  Oh my, I was certainly in for a blessing.  They took them down one at a time, and I also gave out one group photo for each person as they came up to receive their portrait.  It was like an award ceremony.  I will try as long as I live to remember to be so grateful for the "little" things in my life!